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Captured by a Dragon

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by Christina Wilder


  I should’ve been embarrassed. After all, I was fully naked, and…Donuts. But all I could think of was how much I wanted him.

  “You need this, don’t you?” He asked as he braced my hips with his palms and drove inside me. Leaned over me, he rubbed my nipples and pinched, while I gasped and ground against him. He wouldn’t freakin’ move!

  My body stretched to accommodate his length and width, and I released a little shriek when he slid out and shoved himself back in. Still teasing, since he was going too slow.

  “Drek!” Urgency rang out in my voice, plus a hint of command. After all, I was capable of corralling twenty-five six-year-olds, all at the same time.

  What was one dragon?

  “You want it all, Jenny? Just say the word, and I’ll give it to you.”

  “Not enough!”

  “I think I’ve got more than enough.” He chuckled and continued his slow, deep, exquisite thrusts, until I was ready to scream.

  My body coiled tight, and I shoved back each time he shifted his hips forward. I was going to go over the edge too fast. “I’m gonna…”

  “Do it. I’m with you.” Increasing his pace, he slapped against me as I arched my spine and braced myself on the ground.

  His vibrating tip was everywhere. Rubbing my clit when he pulled out, then tweaking my inner walls as he plunged to the hilt.

  It was driving me insane.

  When he went faster, I gasped and yelled out encouragement. Because, yes…This was what I wanted. What I needed.

  Everything inside me caught fire and I screamed, my voice echoing around us.

  The world exploded into a billion stars, and he grunted and shot his seed deep, shuddering above me.

  Still linked, we collapsed onto the ground. Wrapping his arms tighter, he pulled me up onto his broad chest. He stroked my back. My hair. Kissed my temple.

  We lay there while our hearts beat the same rapid rhythm.

  Until my belly rumbled, and we both laughed.

  Lifting myself up and over him, I grinned.

  “Let me feed you,” he said.

  There were many ways of taking that suggestion. We’d have to tick them off one-by-one.

  One eyebrow lifted as Drek sent me a sexy smile.

  God, this man knew me too well.

  I chuckled and gestured to the huge dead creature I’d killed, lying near the shore, as well as the winged beast Drek had fought off and defeated.

  I couldn’t hold back my shudder, because the only time I’d seen anything like that was in picture books I’d read to my students.

  Pterodactyl.

  Obviously, their extinction was a rumor.

  “What would you like to eat, sweetheart?” he asked. That devilish gleam in his eyes told me that, while my belly might be aching a little longer, we’d both be more than satisfied.

  “You, but…” I waved to the creatures we’d both vanquished. “After that, it’s your choice. Do you want chicken or fish?”

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  If you’d like to read more of my DRAGON MATED Series, look for:

  Book 2, HUNTED BY A DRAGON, Tanya and Kemir

  Book 3, CLAIMED BY A DRAGON, PJ and Jarik

  A sneak peek at HUNTED BY A DRAGON follows…

  HUNTED BY A DRAGON

  DRAGON MATED SERIES, Book 2

  Chapter One

  Tanya

  I was about to be roasted alive.

  Which was only marginally better than the alternative—being eaten alive. Although, that might still be on the agenda.

  How had I ended up here?

  After jumping into the hole in the cave, determined to save PJ and Jenny, I’d slid down forever, no doubt plunging all the way to the center of the Earth. I swear, days passed, but that couldn’t be true. No one could slide through tunnels for that long, right?

  Jenny & PJ’s screams as they fell chilled me to the bone. I needed to rescue them, but I couldn’t find a way to slow my fall, let alone seek them out.

  Just when I thought I’d be falling for the rest of my days, a circle of light appeared ahead of me. While some people welcomed the light, I wasn’t ready to stroll through the pearly gates quite yet. Jeez, I was only twenty-six.

  My body continued skimming along, right up to the hole, and I rushed through it, finding myself airborne on the other side. A quick glance told me I was in a large cavern. Weird blue lights shone from the ceiling, and water dripped down the dark cave walls. Below and to my left, a long, wide river churned its way through the cavern.

  Wind bit my cheeks and snarled up my hair. Which sucked, because I’d used my flattening iron on it this morning and knew it looked hot. Now, my head probably resembled a bird’s nest on steroids.

  I traveled through the air, my wails echoing around me, slowly descending. Until I landed with a jolt on my butt on a long beach beside the river, like I’d morphed into a jet plunging onto a sandy runway.

  Scrambling to my feet, I patted my legs, and my hips and butt, making sure everything was still attached and functioning, and was relieved to find out it was. Worried about PJ and Jenny, who might not have fared as well as me, I peered around, hoping I’d find them nearby.

  Nope. Where were they?

  A scratchy-clawing sound behind me made me whirl, calling out, “Jenny? PJ?”

  Nope. Nope. Nope. This was not PJ or Jenny.

  I gasped and then screamed. My heart jumped into my throat, beating faster than the first time I strode in front of a camera in silky undies, when I began my career as a lingerie fashion model.

  Six large—and as tall as me—black insects scrambled toward me, upright on their hind legs, their antennas wiggling, their pointy teeth baring, and their big lobster claws extended and clacking.

  Panic shot through me, and I screamed again while backing away, stumbling over rocks, sticks, and sand clumps until I smacked into a steep granite wall.

  Peered up frantically, I couldn’t find a way out. No cute paths wound to the top. No convenient handholds to grab onto. And no vines I could climb.

  My legs trembling, I gaped around further.

  Where was an AK-47 when a girl needed one?

  With my death gleaming in each of the creature’s three, beady red eyes, the bug-things descended. They latched onto me with their big claws and threw me onto the ground.

  I clawed at the soil, trying to get away, but they held me down. Please. Please. No!

  While I struggled and pleaded and shrieked, one of them located a long, thick stick. Much like what I should’ve found and used to whack off their heads.

  They laid it on the ground beside me, then lifted me up and dropped me onto the top. The wood bit into my spine, and I winced. As I writhed and cringed, they spun ropes from their spit—yuck—binding me to the stick with my hands thrust over my head, and my ankles locked together and pinned at the bottom.

  They chattered and clicked their claws, while I struggled to get free.

  After huddling together, like a group of teenagers at a school dance, they grunted and gathered up a bunch of wood to build a fire.

  This didn’t look good.

  I had a feeling they planned to roast marshmallows, and I was the marshmallow.

  Almost merrily, they lifted me up by the ends of the stick and carried me over to the fire, singing gibberish in off-key voices.

  “Wait,” I yelled, because I was determined not to go down without a fight. Assuming I could find a way to fight. “
You’re not doing this right. Aren’t you going to season me first?”

  They paused, cocked their elongated heads that came to a point at the top, and gaped at me.

  Maybe this would work!

  “I think you need to marinate me first,” I said firmly. “In the river. For a good long while.” I’d rather take my chances with the fishies than these gross, enormous bugs. “It’ll…tenderize me.”

  Ugh. My belly heaved.

  The insects not holding my stick drew together, as if they needed to discuss my suggestion seriously, but the biggest one of them all (maybe the leader?) made a high-pitched cheep and the others bowed.

  Chattering and snapping, they reinforced their grips on my stick and rumbled toward the fire, their black, chubby feet stomping on the sand.

  While I hung from my stick suspended between the bugs, a few of the others rolled a couple large boulders over to either side of the pit.

  I hadn’t been the praying kind since I last went to church when I was little. After my mom died in the car crash, I was an orphan. Dumped into foster care, I hadn’t had the heart to pray for anything more than survival.

  But I sure prayed now.

  “Dear Mary,” I cried out. “Holy Jesus. Oh, God. Oh, God!” I screamed as they lifted my stick up and set each of the ends on one of the boulders.

  They stepped back and rubbed their enormous claws together, as if pleased with their cooking skills, then backed away, leaving me to roast like a goose on a spit over the fire.

  “Help!” I yelled. The wood hadn’t fully caught yet, but an unpleasant heat seared through my red climbing jumpsuit. Now, I wished I’d spent the extra money to get flame retardant material.

  How long would it take to cook me alive?

  The bugs gathered around, their claws waving, studying me intently with their combined eighteen eyes. As if they expected me to simmer and burst right in front of them.

  I shrieked and wrenched at the ties as the material covering my butt started to smolder, but I couldn’t get away.

  Further down in the cavern, something roared. My screams faded.

  The bugs went stock still, their red eyes peering around.

  This could not be good. If they were afraid, I should be afraid.

  They cowered, staring upward, as if lightning was going to shoot from the cavern ceiling and blast them to smithereens.

  Or maybe a daddy bug was coming down to steal their feast.

  A giant bird soared across the cavern.

  Not just a plain old bird, though.

  It was a fucking dragon! With gleaming blue and green scales, broad wings, and a long, pointy snout with smoke chugging from its nostrils.

  It dove down, aiming for me. I gulped and struggled against my bonds.

  Flames shot from its mouth like a hyped-up rocket launcher. The bugs skittered in circles, bumping into each other in their flurry, but they didn’t seem to know that running in one direction was their only chance of escape.

  The lead bug must’ve figured it out, because he—she—it—darted toward the river. The others scampered behind.

  Could they swim?

  As the dragon came close, it razed the ground with flames, the red-hot dragon breath gaining on the cluster of bugs racing toward the water.

  Fire hit them, and they burst like black popcorn, spurting purple goo-strands into the air.

  In one swoop, the dragon incinerated the creatures, leaving nothing behind but black, steaming mounds and rocks splattered with purple gook.

  I was going to pass out. No, I wanted to pass out. I gulped back the knot in my throat that tasted sour in my mouth.

  The dragon landed on the ground nearby, its long, pointy claws digging deep grooves in the sand. While I trembled and struggled and lifted my butt away from the reaching flames, the dragon stalked toward me.

  It stared at me for a long moment, then tipped its head back and roared.

  My eardrums nearly burst.

  More flames shot from its mouth, reaching high enough to scorch the ceiling of the large cavern.

  With a growl, it grabbed my stick, with me still attached.

  I mumbled more prayers, because holy hell, I was scared. Like, pee-my-pants-scared.

  Gathering itself with me still clutched in its claws, the dragon sprang up into the air.

  As I wiggled and tried to get away, the creature soared across the cavern, heading for a black hole on one side. A deep-Earth exit?

  Not that it mattered, because I was probably going straight to hell.

  My goose was definitely about to get cooked.

  If you’d like to read more of Tanya and Kemir’s story, look for

  HUNTED BY A DRAGON on Amazon.

  And thanks for reading! ~Christina

  Want a peek at the first book in my awesome

  alien cat shifter romance series, co-written

  with Laney Kaye?

  CAT SHIFTERS OF AAIDAR: ESCAPE, Book 1

  A Sci-Fi Alien Romance

  Available on Amazon & through Kindle Unlimited

  Herc:

  A cat shifter mercenary—gun, fangs, and claws for hire—doesn't fall for a pretty little human. It's cost the Regime big-time to have me and my guys hunt down the Resistance fighters skulking in caves spread across this gods-forsaken planet. My sole focus here is this deployment. Until Maya touches me, igniting the first phase of a bondmate.

  But it doesn't matter how freakin' sweet she is. How sexy. No way in all seven hells will I complete the three bonds. As long as I don't kiss her, we won't hit second base. And I'll be damn sure to keep my hands off her incredible body, because having sex with her would bring on bond three, linking our souls for eternity. Problem is, now it's not just my life that's in danger. My heart is in all kinds of trouble.

  Maya:

  Herc must believe I'm nothing more than a nurse working for the Regime. If he finds out I've infiltrated the military compound to rescue my imprisoned sister, my life's in danger. He may be the hottest guy I've ever seen—shifter or man—but I refuse to bond with someone who's hunting my people into extinction.

  Now that my mission's accomplished, I can flee into the desert. He'll never find me once I'm hidden in the Resistance stronghold. Problem is, Herc's hot on my heels. If he catches me, will he return me to the Regime? Or does he have his own--very personal--plan for me instead? Hooking up with me will ruin Herc's career and make him an enemy of his own people. But if he hands me over to the firing squad, the bullets won't need to hit my heart to shatter me into a billion pieces.

  Fancy a glimpse of my recent romcom release?

  MY BIG FAT POMPEII ROMANCE

  Legally Blonde meets Gladiator in this romantic comedy with a historical twist.

  Twenty-first century goddess Pandia is shaking in her Jimmy Choos. A few weeks ago, the NYC socialite traveled back in time, where she suggested Julius Caesar abandon politics for gardening. Her father, Zeus, summons her to present-day Olympus after he discovers her meddling eliminated the month of July. To teach her the importance of fate, he strips Pandia’s goddess powers and sentences her to a stint of mortality in ancient Pompeii.

  Pandia refuses to let her punishment get her down. She’ll do her time, leave destinies untouched, and be home in time for her next shift at the local animal shelter. Instead, she’s mistaken for a prostitute and arrested for inciting a riot. Sentenced to serve as a massage therapist in Pompeii’s gladiator school, she’s assigned to Caladus, a gladiator whose washboard abs test her vow to remain uninvolved.

  To escape Pompeii, Pandia must prove she respects mortals’ fates. But she’s falling for Caladus, and her time’s running out: Mt. Vesuvius is rumbling.

  MY BIG FAT POMPEII ROMANCE is available on Amazon and through Kindle Unlimited.

  Other books from Christina Wilder:

  DRAGON MATED

  A humorous dragon shifter novella series.

  CAPTURED BY A DRAGON

  HUNTED BY A DRAGON

  CLAIME
D BY A DRAGON

  MY BIG FAT POMPEII ROMANCE

  A romantic comedy with a gladiator twist

  Available on Amazon

  Books Co-Written with Laney Kaye:

  CAT SHIFTERS OF AAIDAR (A Sci-fi Romance Series)

  ESCAPE

  ENGAGE

  ENSNARE

  ENDINGS

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